Distraction

My feet ached in blue suede heels
I’d bought on sale at Westgate,
but I was distracted by the way
the evening sun caught the Auckland skyline
as I drove over the causeway.

 

Yep, this is another poem recorded while driving home.  See, I told you I am more inspired when driving than any other time!  Ha ha!

I wish I could have taken a photo for you, as the Auckland skyline really did look amazing in the evening sunlight.  There’s a spot when you’re driving along the Northwestern Motorway, just as you go over the causeway, where the Auckland Harbour Bridge lines up perfectly with the Auckland city skyline.  Unfortunately, there’s nowhere safe to stop and take photos, so instead, you just have to take my word for it.  🙂

Creative ignorance

I finally had a chance to type up the poem I recorded on my phone last month while driving home from work.  🙂

 

If you squinted hard enough,
and used the generosity of spirit
required for the earnest appraisal
of a child’s fingerpainting,
the clouds painted feathery angel wings
across the sky.

I was too busy focussing
weary eyes on endless streams
of sparsely decorated tarseal
to notice.

The fight is over (free verse poem)

Prompt: Rewrite an old poem.

I ache to keep pushing,
to keep this relationship alive,
(30 compressions for each breath)
but I know it’s too late.

You’re here, but you’re gone,
a mere shell of the husband I used to know.
A vacant stare, an empty heart.

Everything else
is just a formality now,

except the grief.